OK so I am not fat by no means, but I would like to get in shape for my wedding day. It appears that old age has gotten the best of me : / ...Yes I know that 22 years old isn't that old at all. But believe me I cannot keep weight off like I did at 18. I've come to my senses that I'll never be 110 pounds again, but I need to be more active.
The only problem is that I don't know how much I actually weigh. Despite the fact that I don't have a scale (I could easily buy one) I just don't want to know what I weigh. Stepping on a scale is one of the most depressing things you could ask a girl to do. Especially if your butt has grown like a chia pet over the past year.
Exercising though isn't really my problem, it's eating better. Why does everything that's healthy for you taste like a damn piece of cardboard wrapped in horse hay, dunked in saw dust?? Seriously, why can't they make a carrot taste like ice cream? I am guilty though since I hardly ever exercise anymore. After sitting on my butt all day I go home and do more of it. At least I'm consistent in my habits right?
I'd say starting today I'm going to turn over a new leaf and do the best I can with eating right and working out. However, the day is almost over and I like to procrastinate. So tomorrow I'm going to do better...
And no I did not buy a dress that was going to be too small that I now have the pressure of losing a dramatic amount of weight to squeeze into it. I did want to be able to breathe when I wear it. I also wanted to be able to sit down without the back ripping in half like I'm the incredible hulk. Maybe I should buy some green body paint for the big day, just in case...
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